Tuesday morning, it was a gloomy day, Mike was still asleep, rolling on the bed on either sides, today it wasn't a day for Mike to start to be a "workaholic ". His thoughts were battling in his sleep, he couldn't lie die now peacefully . Door bell rings, once, twice, thrice...

Arrogantly Mike wakes from his bed and walks towards the door and tries to open the door and falls down. He goes blank. Door is still locked and it's past one hour, Mike is still on the floor unconscious.

Mike gets back to his conscious,he's amazed to see himself on the floor and debates his thoughts about his lying on the floor. It's midday and he's still crawling in his shorts on the floor. Mike wakes up and finishes his personal work and begins on his brunch which he ordered from nearby Toms Take away .

Mike takes a bite on bread sandwiches, goes through the News Paper and recollects his thoughts on his appointment with Johannesburg News Agents editor Neil Hopper.

He calls the Johannesburg News Agents and phone lines are busy , he continuously tries to contact but fails to get through coz due to a huge storm, phone lines were dead at Johannesburg News Agents.

He gazes at the flower vase to see the deaden flowers go dry, he wears a casual white Tshirt and Khaki trouser and visits nearby Gardenia Florist and meets Mrs Rosie Armstrong aged 60 , pretty old lady with sophisticated looks, she's a good friend of Mike. Mike spends some time with Mrs Rosie until noon and purchases a bouquet of white and red roses , Mike's favorite colors . Departs from Mrs Rosie and reaches his residence.




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